“Where are they?” She looked around. How would it serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet troubled him. After listening attentively for a short time without drawing breath, he became convinced that his apprehensions were groundless, and, greatly relieved, sat down upon the chair to rest himself and prepare for further efforts. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. I consented.
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